“Sit down over there, young lady,” Father Maduka grumbled, pointing to the straight-backed chair across from his desk in the middle of the room. He added, “Though, after what I just saw behind the church, calling you a ‘lady’ doesn’t seem right.”
The 50-year-old priest watched the girl with a mix of amusement and disgust as Chinenye Kalu slowly walked across the room. Her shoulders were hunched, and her face showed she was ashamed. Her messy clothes matched her wind-blown black hair, and the dirt on her bare knees added to the overall messy look.
“I’m sorry, Father” the teen mumbled for about the tenth time since Father Maduka found Chinenye with her friend at a staircase leading to the basement of the rectory.
Since Father Maduka had never seen the young man at his services before, he didn’t know who he was. When the priest cleared his throat, the boy quickly ran away, trying to pull up his jeans as he fled.
In fairness to her, Chinenye didn’t run, she stayed where she was, crying on her knees, even though it wouldn’t have made sense to run. Father Maduka saw her and her parents at church every Sunday morning, always sitting in the same spot, three rows behind him on his left.
Chinenye usually dressed modestly, but today she was wearing a skirt and tank top. Even though she had on a bra, her outfit was quite revealing, especially for a girl who was well developed in the right places and only about 5 feet tall.
“I might not have been so shocked if it was some other girl I caught in that situation,” Father Maduka exclaimed as he settled his tall, slim body into the leather chair behind his desk. “With the way the world is now, not much surprises me anymore, but Chinenye Kalu?”
“I’m sorry,” Chinenye said softly, with a hint of sadness.
“All this time, I thought you were such a nice girl, and I know your parents are proud of you for your good grades in school. But now I see this. You’re on your knees sucking the genital of a guy who looks a lot older than you. And to make it worse, the idiot, he ran off, leaving you there like that when I found you. He couldn’t even wait, where is his honour as a man?”
“He was afraid sir.”
“Father Maduka said out loud, ‘He was not too afraid to expose his nakedness, not too afraid to put his genital in your mouth, even on church property?!'”
“It’s not like that sir. What I mean is…”
“You’re not about to tell me you’ve never done that before, are you? I was watching and clearly saw you knew what you were doing. Good thing I showed up when I did, or you two might have ended up outrightly fucking. Maybe you would have even chosen to do it on the altar.”
“No,” Chinenye said, her cheeks flushed and her eyes red from crying. “I’ve never had many boyfriends, but Kenneth really loves me.”
Father Maduka suggested, “I think he might love what you do for him more than he loves you. Did he ejaculate in your mouth?”
“No sir.”
“Would he have done it if I hadn’t shown up?” the priest asked. When the teen shrugged, he wondered, “And I’m guessing you swallow his semen after he ejaculates in your mouth?”
“You make it sound so dirty, Father Maduka,” Chinenye said, struggling to speak.
Father Maduka said, “Sneaking around in dirty places and doing that with someone you’re not married to? That’s not dirty?” He then reached into his pocket and took out his phone. “I think I have your parents’ number saved here.”
“No sir, please.”
The reverend wondered aloud, “Which of them would like to see these pictures?” He held the phone up to the girl and showed her a picture of her and her boyfriend caught in the act. “Maybe I should just send all the pictures to both of them.”
“Oh no no no.”
Father Maduka said, “They’ll never see their little girl the same way after this. They might forgive you eventually, but every time Daddy looks at you, he’ll remember that image of you with that guy who will surely forget all about you soon.”
“Please, don’t show my parents those pictures. Ah! I’m in trouble. I’ll do anything to make it right, I’d help my sister with Sunday School.”
“Having you around those innocent kids? I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Then what can I do?”
“Own up to your mistakes and be honest about the dirty thoughts you have.”
“I do. I can’t help it. I try to be good, but…”
“Just admit it, you’re a little pervert, a dirty little thing. How many guys have you been with?”
“Do you mean aside Kenneth? I swear sir, it’s just one more.”
“You let these men do whatever they want with your body?”
“No, never.”
“You’re a virgin?” Father Maduka asked, laughing loudly when the teen nodded quickly. “Oh, really?”
“Yes sir.”
“One more thing I noticed, Chinenye,” Father Maduka said, “When you stood up after kneeling in front of that man, you should lift up your skirt.”
“Sorry, I can’t do that, sir.”
“And why can’t you?”
“Because I’m not wearing any underwear.”
“Just as I thought. I’m guessing that riffraff removed them?”
“No sir.”
“Do you do that all the time?”
“When it’s really hot sometimes,” Chinenye said.
He asked, “You are even making it easier for the boy to touch you indecently?” Without waiting for a reply, he said, “Anyway, stand up and lift your skirt.”
“But sir,” Chinenye complained, but when the priest held up the phone with his finger on the send button, she got up and cried, “Oh God, this is the worst day of my life.”
Father Maduka said, “This might be your chance for redemption,” as the girl started to lift her skirt. But when she tried to pull it down again, he sharply told her to keep it up at her waist.
“I don’t get it,” he said, looking at the smooth pussy mound between her thick thighs. “No pubic hair? Are you not 19?”
“I am,” she sniffed.
“Why don’t you have any pubic hair?”
“I did,” Chinenye said. “I shaved it.”
“Shaved it?” he complained. “Why would you do that?”
“Many girls do it these days. Boys…”
“Go on, finish what you were saying,” he said, tapping his fingers on the desk impatiently. “You were going to tell me boys like it, right?”
“Yes sir.”
“So, you’re not satisfied with how God created you?”
Chinenye replied, “It’s not like that sir.”
“It is easier for the boy to find your vagina and have sex with you?”
“No, Father, I’m a virgin!”
“That’s hard to believe, especially coming from someone with such a perverted mind.”
“I am. I’m not lying sir.”
“Do you want to change? Do you want to let go of the guilt you’re feeling?”
“Yes sir.”
“Do you want to change? Do you want to let go of the guilt you’re feeling?”
“Yes, I do,” Chinenye sobbed.
“Do you know what that means, Chinenye?” Father Maduka asked, leaning back in his chair.
“No. sir”
“It means you are just like everyone else. You’re part of the human race.”
“I don’t understand sir.”
Father Maduka said, “The trick is to find more private ways to let it out, rather than doing it in staircases like I caught you doing.”
“Now take off your clothes,” the priest said calmly as the teen stood up from the chair. “Take your time.”
“What? I can’t Father!” Chinenye responded.
He stopped the Chinenye’s protests by holding up the phone and saying, “0..8….1….3…..6……0…”
“No sir, wait!” Chinenye yelled. “Okay fine, I’ll do it. God I can’t believe this.”
“I don’t know why you young girls are so stubborn,” he laughed as he watched the girl pull her blouse out from under her skirt and, after a brief pause, lift the striped blouse off over her head.
“I knew you’d agree with me,” he laughed, eyeing the chubby girl. He ignored her thick waist and focused on her surprisingly large breasts, which were in a bra that was clearly too small. “Wow, Chinenye. You’ve grown into a woman now. What bra size do you wear?”
“I don’t know,” the girl mumbled. But when the priest raised an eyebrow and gave her a doubtful look, she added, “36 C.”
“You might want to think about a D cup,” he said. “It would likely be more comfortable and look better too.”
“Can I put my blouse back on?” Chinenye asked with a pout.
“Not yet. The goal is to cleanse you entirely, to get rid of any demons inside you,” he explained. As Father Maduka watched the teen push her hair back over her shoulder, he noticed something.
“Lift your arm again, dear,” he said. “Higher.”
“What’s this, Chinenye?” the priest asked, noticing the thick hair under the girl’s arm.
“Oh,” the girl said as she blushed, looking at her armpit. “I forgot to shave this morning.”
“But you remembered to shave your pussy for that boy ehn?”
“I’m sorry sir.”
“Take off the skirt,” he said. After Chinenye removed it, she stood there in just her bra, trying to cover herself as much as possible with her arms and hands.
“Put your hands down,” Father Maduka said to her. He looked at her closely and added, “Let’s be open with each other, so just relax.”
“I feel naked.”
“Before long, my dear,” he said, smiling at her pained expression. “It’s hard to believe that the little Chinenye Kalu of yesterday has grown into such a mature woman. Why don’t you take off that bra?” he said, watching closely as Chinenye tried to unhook it. When the bra fell forward, he let out a sigh.
“Good job, my dear. Now, sit down,” Father Maduka instructed.
“Can I go home?”
“In time, dear,” the priest said, slowly getting up. Before he even stepped away from his desk, he could see from the look on Chinenye’s face that she noticed something was different about him.
“There’s no need to pretend, Chinenye,” Father Maduka said as he approached her, his pants unzipped. “It’s not like you can fool me into believing you’ve never seen a man’s cock before.”
Chinenye said, “No no no, this isn’t happening,” as she watched the priest grab his dick and stroke it, getting closer until he was right next to her.
Father Maduka said, “Open your mouth like you did with that cowardly boyfriend of yours and stop crying. Open up wider and keep your hands down. I’ll hold it for you.”
Chinenye followed the instructions, taking Father Maduka’s dick in her mouth and letting him push it in until she started to gag and choke.
“You can do better than that, my child” he said firmly. “I’ve seen you do much better.”
“But it’s too big.”
“I’m just the way I am. Are you questioning…”
“My mouth is dry,” Chinenye said, but he always had a quick answer ready.
“Here you go, dear,” Father Maduka said as he poured a cup of water. When he turned back to give it to Chinenye, she was shocked to see he was fully erect, and his dick was pointing at her.
He said, watching her drink and stroking his dick, “I’m not moved by your melodrama as you can see.” He looked at her and asked, “Where were we?”
“Much better, dear,” he said as her lips moved up and down on his 9-inch dick. After he took off his belt and pants, they fell to the floor, and his boxers came off too. “Give me your hand.”
He took the girl’s wet and shaky hand and placed it on his balls, gently guiding her movements. He was pleased when, after he let go, Chinenye continued to playing them by herself.
“Chinenye?” Father Maduka asked. When she looked up at him, he said, “Are you starting to see where you deviated from the Lord’s will?”
“I’m still not sure,” he said after seeing her try to nod while something was in her mouth. “Keep going.”
“Great,” he said. “Now use your other hand to hold where I was holding. Grip it firmly. Good. Now move your hand around while holding on and pump it with your fist.”
“Great job,” he said, gently guiding her head back so she could feel his tip against her lips. “Now, focus on the tip. That’s it. Keep going. Now, gently lick the opening.”
“Look at how it’s dripping,” he said, watching a bit of juice hang from the end while he held her upper arm and gently rubbed the soft fuzz underneath. “We’re almost finished.”
Father Maduka nearly lost his balance as he went back to his desk but managed to stay upright. However, when he saw Chinenye start to get her clothes, he stopped her right away.
“Almost, dear,” Father Maduka said, as he opened the tube of gel and started applying it. “Just one more cleaning step should be enough.”
“NO!” Chinenye shouted as he swept everything off his desk, grabbed her, and pushed her onto the desk. “I’m still a virgin and I want to stay that way for my future husband!”
“And you shall, my child,” Father Maduka said after spreading her fleshly ass cheeks apart and forcing a greased finger into her asshole.
“There, that wasn’t too bad, was it?” he asked after Chinenye stopped yelping, but when he used his second finger, she howled again.
It’s painful!”
“Like others before you, you’ll find out that you don’t mess with Father Maduka!” he shouted.
“Tight,” he said after moving his fingers in and out a few times. He added, “Sadly, that means I won’t be able to keep up for long, so enjoy it while you can.”
“Oh my God!!” Chinenye screamed as his massive dick pushed inside her, and she kept crying out as it went deeper.
“Indeed,” said the priest as he held her hips and started moving. Each push made them both grunt, and the desk slowly moved forward with the force.
“Oh fuck! Remain blessed, my child.” Father Maduka moaned about a minute later when despite doing all he could to prolong his thrusting, he ejaculated and released everything he had. He collapsed on Chinenye but soon got up as he pulled out.
“Oh no no no, is that blood?” Chinenye asked with an obvious hint of fear in her voice.
“No, sweetheart, that’s just my offering dripping out of you,” he said. “It wasn’t too bad, was it? Don’t you feel reborn?”
Chinenye didn’t respond right away, but after asking if she could get dressed, she then asked if she could leave.
“Sure, but before you leave, you know that best friend of yours, you need to write down name and phone number for me” he asked, picking up a notepad and pen from the floor and placing them on the desk.
“Why?”
“You know what they say, birds of a feather flock together, it’s only fair that I talk to her too,” Father Maduka said. “It wouldn’t be fair to fix just one of you.”
Chinenye protested, “You wouldn’t do that to her, would you? Favour would hate it and get really mad at me.”
“It is unethical, child, for me to talk about other people’s counselling sessions, just like I wouldn’t discuss yours. It wouldn’t be right.”
“Can you just give me extra punishment instead of bothering her?” Chinenye asked.
“Punish? Is that what you call it?”
“I don’t know.”
Hold on a second. Are you saying you liked the cleaning?
“It hurt at first,” Chinenye said, shrugging. “But I’m not sure. Maybe I like it….a little now?”
“In that case, my child, I just realized it’s pertinent that you undergo continuous cleansing. Please come back tomorrow evening at 6:30 for more counselling.”
“So, you’re not going to call her?”
“We’ll see. Now go on,” he said. As he watched her leave, he added, “Make sure to wear panties tomorrow night. You can not be dressing like the heathen would.”
“Okay, Father,” Chinenye said before leaving the rectory.
He wondered aloud, “What on earth is wrong with today’s youth?” as he watched Chinenye through the blinds. “God help us get it right with them.”
Written by Sixtie 9ine
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